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JAMES BOYD: As a Black sports writer, I will not stick to sports; George Floyd's death is personal
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JAMES BOYD: As a Black sports writer, I will not stick to sports; George Floyd's death is personal

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When I was in sixth grade, I remember standing outside of my middle school waiting for it to open and being accused of sagging my pants by one of the deans.

Back then, I was on the basketball team, and it was cool to wear shorts underneath your jeans. I’m sure anyone who has ever played a lot of basketball can relate. Because of this, my shorts were visible above the waistline of my pants. I wasn’t sagging. I’ve never sagged a day in my life.

But as I stood with a group of friends, ones who didn’t look like me, this dean — who also didn’t look like me — pulled me aside and reprimanded me in front of everyone. He tried labeling me a “thug.”

To this day, I hate that word.

I can’t recall exactly what happened in the moments afterward, but thankfully I have parents who stood up for their son’s character and integrity. Eventually, it blew over — or rather I moved on. But I NEVER forgot. That was probably one of the first times in my life that I had been stereotyped.

I was 12.

It hurt me deeply, and in some ways, it still does. Because those who know me, know that I try to be as open and honest as possible with the way I live my life. That doesn’t mean I’m perfect, but I’ve always hoped that the vulnerability and authenticity I display resonates with whoever I cross paths with — especially when I’m reporting.

I don’t have the ability to go to every practice or game in Northwest Indiana. As much as I would like to, it’s just not realistic. But when I do have those opportunities or if there’s any way for me to get there, I take that chance every time. 

Showing up to look people in the eyes, shake their hands (of course before the coronavirus pandemic) and proving to them that they are worth my time is the essence of journalism. And on a deeper level, it always feels a bit different when I do it for the student-athletes that look like me.

As one of the few Black journalists in the Region, I try to make sure that the kids in Gary and in some of the neighborhoods of East Chicago and Hammond (among other predominantly Black areas) are seen, heard and felt. I work in the news, so I know firsthand how many articles are written about the unfortunate situations that go on there. I’ve read the negative Facebook comments by individuals who have never stepped foot in those environments, yet feel entitled to make judgments from afar.

It’s sickening. It’s disheartening. And it’s tiresome.

James Boyd -- sports reporter

Times sports James Boyd, center, is one of the few Black journalists in the Region.

So, whenever I’m in those communities, you’d better believe I’m telling every last one of those kids — whether I’m writing a story about them or not — that they are VALUED and that they are LOVED.

And furthermore, that they can make it. That they can be great. That they can beat the odds. That they can and WILL succeed with or WITHOUT sports.

A lot of people with privilege are appalled at the national uprising that was caused by the death of George Floyd — an unarmed Black man who died after his neck was kneeled on by white (former) police offer Derek Chauvin for nearly nine minutes. But what those same people don't understand is that when you’re living as a Black person in this country, it’s not the blatant acts of racism that alert you to the inequity and injustice that is so prevalent in a place where "all men are created equal."

It’s the countless microaggressions that occur every hour of every day. It’s the school dean identifying you as a “thug” before you’ve even had a chance to hit puberty. It’s the people on social media formulating adverse opinions about the hometowns of the Black kids I cover without even trying to look beyond a headline or — my personal favorite — without even clicking the link to read the full story. 

Sometimes rage and destruction seem like the only way to get someone’s attention when it feels like you’re screaming into the void. I’m not saying it’s the right response because at this point, I don’t know what is.

All I ask is that while many of you are taking a hard look at the looters and opportunists, you pay even more attention to the peaceful protesters that have been begging for and DEMANDING change. Before judging Black people based off of our emotional reactions, you must first acknowledge and address the institutional and systemic racism that continues to light that fuse within us.

I think the biggest reason why I’m even able to keep a clear head — besides first and foremost getting on my knees every night and asking God for peace of mind — is the fact that I’ve been raised by a village of people who saw the importance of reminding me that I MATTER. That my dreams MATTER.

That my Black life MATTERS.

When you hear those words of encouragement repeatedly, they tend to seep down into your spirit, into your DNA, into the reflection you see in the mirror. I’ve carried that sense of pride and power with me for as long as I can remember, and regardless of the circumstances, I promise to pass it along to every Black kid I see until I’m 6 feet deep.

This column solely represents the writer's opinion. Reach him at james.boyd@nwi.com

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James Boyd is the Lake County prep sports reporter for The Times. He is a graduate of the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and a proud native of Romeoville, Illinois. Before anything else, his main goal in life is to spread love and light.

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